Page 51 of He Is My Bride

The concierge let them know when the shopper delivered. Li Ying had gotten himself in order to receive him, putting on light makeup to feminize his face just enough to pass, and tucked and made sure he had something for breasts.

The shopper, after recovering from his initial shock of realizing who he was working for, let them know he had gone all out for them, and Hanjun promised him a ‘fair compensation for his efforts.’ It would be well-deserved, because he had found Li Ying exactly the kind of short, sheer dress gloves with polka dots that Anne had envisioned.

“Very good,” Anne commented through the video call, on a total power trip while Li Ying showed them to her.

The shopper stood there, anxious to see if the great stylist Anne Lü and her client would be satisfied.

The fringe bag Anne had requested was also perfect: a purse in black satin with a strikingly long fringe that swayed nicely when Li Ying walked around with it.

The red tassel earrings, so long they almost tickled his shoulders, had the same effect, adding an eye-catching movement to his strut and his already lively demeanor.

Li Ying had fun tossing his head from side to side, making the tassels sway around his face .

“Please focus, Miss Li.” Anne just about remembered to address him politely in the shopper’s presence, but her voice said: ‘stop playing around, you idiot.’

The shopper had also rented Li Ying a luxurious white fox fur shawl, which Anne advised him to drop off the shoulder now and then, to show off the cutout detail at the back of his qipao. ‘We don’t want to cover up the design and craftsmanship after all,’ Anne had said.

A representative left the black pearl string with the reception, and Anne was satisfied when Li Ying started putting the whole look together.

Hanjun held up the phone to let Anne see it properly while Li Ying catwalked for her.

He was only fooling around, but he was still so charming, flirty, playful, and sexy to Hanjun.

Li Ying practiced dropping the fur shawl off his shoulders to reveal the peephole on the back of his dress, looking over his shoulder at Hanjun.

He winked, tongue flicking at the tip of his canine.

Li Ying was promising to be a real menace tonight, and he wasn’t even trying yet.

I have created a monster, Anne thought proudly. “Throw in the thin golden bracelet with the dangling diamonds and it’s a finished look once the stylist is done with you. She should arrive in a few hours, so go wash your hair.”

“Yes, big sister!” Li Ying was still throwing poses for the mirror and making exaggerated sultry faces.

“Miss Lü.” Hanjun turned the phone away from his darling idiot husband to address Anne face to face. “I’m sorry for the trouble, I should have told him about the cocktail reception sooner. I will compensate you.”

Anne kept a straight face and politely accepted. “Wu Hanjun,” she said before hanging up, “please keep yourselves out of trouble tonight. I’m praying for your success.”

“Mm, thank you. Good night, Miss Lü, go get some sleep,” Hanjun said .

Anne chuckled tiredly. “Perhaps I’ll try, I can still get a few hours if I fall asleep now. But don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything at all. I have a budding network on the ground, which I can mobilize at a moment’s notice, and I’m always here to advise. Good night.”

Hanjun hung up. He looked at Li Ying, who was singing and dancing for the mirror.

“Li Ying, go wash your hair.”

Li Ying danced himself to the bathroom.

The stylist visited later, and after she had done her thing, Li Ying was sporting that smokey eyed flapper makeup, eyeliner crisply winged and bold red lipstick applied.

His hair was softly curled and carefully molded into sculptural waves that were gathered in a vertical roll at the back of his head.

After the hairstylist was finished, Li Ying pulled one curl out and let it dangle free at the side of his face.

He liked how it looked, and now he could flirtatiously roll his finger around it.

Hanjun wore an all-white suit with a black shirt and tie underneath, a black belt, and white loafers with gold bits.

Li Ying noted his pants were cut higher than usual, and he wore no socks to cover his ankles.

It seemed Hanjun had permanently adapted the look, remembering it had pleased Li Ying before.

Hanjun had also acquired earrings of his own: small and subtle diamonds that clipped on with a magnet.

“Should we get your ears pierced, too?” Li Ying asked and gently stroked Hanjun’s hair while the man was putting them on.

“Not for now.”

“Getting used to the idea first?”

“Mm.” Who knows?

The concierge called. Li Ying answered while Hanjun was still fixing his cuffs and making sure he was tip-top.

“Hello, Wu residence?” Li Ying twirled the phone cord around his finger and smiled at Hanjun, watching him finish preening himself. The concierge let him know their ride had arrived .

“Thank you.” Li Ying hung up. “Alright, wife, come on, don’t always make me wait for you!” Li Ying joked and saw Hanjun’s cheeks blush.

“Coming,” he said, straightened his lapels and added two sprays of his perfume on them.

My whipped Shanghai husband! But am I talking to him like Mrs. Qian talks to Uncle Qian?

Maybe he was, but it was different. I don’t mean it like that, I’m just teasing him because I love him and he likes it.

Maybe he’s tired of everyone just praising him all the time because he’s the Wu Hanjun, and that’s why he likes to be teased for a change?

Hanjun came to offer his arm, and Li Ying took it, resisting the urge to climb him like a tree because he was so fine. Coming down to the lobby and stepping outside, Li Ying saw a white limousine waiting there. Was that for them , Li Ying thought.

“Hanjun, you are so stupid!” Li Ying softly whacked his arm and glared. “What’s that doing here?!”

“Everything for the wife,” Hanjun said, looking down at Li Ying, pleased with himself.

Li Ying blushed, his mouth opening and closing until he turned away pouting.

“I know I said ‘everything,’ but this is just silly,” Li Ying mumbled.

“I am silly man, remember?”

Li Ying looked back at Hanjun and his deadpan face, and burst into laughter. “Yes, yes you are!”

But Li Ying supposed that to arrive at tonight’s caliber of an event without making a grand entrance and showing off a little would have been a faux pas, even for the relatively low-key Wus.

The driver took Hanjun’s name and opened the door for them.

Inside there was a long, couch-like seat going around the cabin, color-changing party lights, and a tiny bar with champagne in an ice bucket, freshly popped.

Li Ying slid to the end of the couch and snapped a selfie for Anne against the length of the limo, making a surprised face with Hanjun far in the background.

He wrote a message to go with the picture:

I will kill this man I swear. Li Ying turned around and took another picture without Hanjun, making another silly face and sent it to Amy with a different message: We’re doing lines off strippers’ dicks next!

Li Ying took yet another, just of the vehicle’s interiors and sent it to Amy as well with the following: Show this one to Kai and say that yes, I’m totally gloating at him.

And if he asks: no, I don’t know what the model is.

“Li Ying, seatbelt,” Hanjun said as the limo was leaving the driveway.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Hanjun put on his own.

Li Ying slid back next to him and obeyed. Li Ying connected his phone to the limo’s bluetooth sound system and put on his own party playlist.

“We are picking up Hanrong from his home and then we will go to the Peninsula hotel.”

This was the location of tonight’s venue, the same famous hotel where they had been for afternoon tea on Li Ying’s first visit.

Li Ying enjoyed the ride. He’d driven a limo before for prom, but it wasn’t this fancy.

“How long until we’re at Hanrong’s?” Li Ying asked.

“Around ten minutes.”

“Then I’ll do this quickly.” Li Ying clicked his seatbelt back open right then, put away his emptied glass and slid off his seat. He came between Hanjun’s legs, pushing them open.

“Li Ying?!”

“I’ll blow you.”

“Why?” Hanjun didn’t resist though as Li Ying undid his belt and pulled out his still flaccid cock.

“Because I’m tucked and we can’t fuck. ”

That didn’t seem to answer the essence of Hanjun’s question, but all he did was stare as Li Ying bit his glove at the tip of the middle finger and pulled it off with his teeth.

Li Ying tossed the glove to the side and took Hanjun’s cock into his hand, beginning to stroke him while removing the other glove with his teeth as well.

Hanjun gasped when Li Ying gobbled up his stiffening member.

Li Ying suckled at it sloppily, brushing his tongue in circles at the edge of Hanjun’s glans before sucking harder on the tip. His expert tease got Hanjun’s ‘small little brother’ up to speed with the situation, and soon Hanjun’s enormous shaft stood fully erect.

Now Li Ying had to work his head and really suck, trying to get his man come before they would arrive.

His tasseled earrings swayed along as his head bobbed up and down, his tongue sliding along the belly of Hanjun’s cock, feeling up its throbbing veins.

Li Ying enjoyed pleasing his man, the taste of him, how he kept growing thicker and longer in his mouth.

He enjoyed the sensation of Hanjun sliding up and down his throat, his girth stretching it, the length almost making him gag, but it was not his first time, and he managed.

And Li Ying enjoyed Hanjun’s moans, which the man desperately tried to keep down, failing.